Czar Gregovivk Part 2

" Do you understand? — I soften my tone of voice and slow down my sadistic side so as not to alarm her before we even start playing.
"Yes, sir — Mabel answers quickly and nods her head in agreement.
" What did he do to you over the weekend? — I see her flinch, wanting to move her head to the side, but I hold her tighter and make her bite the corner of her mouth as her scalp is compressed in my fingers.
" We've already talked about this, sir... — She closes her eyes and sinks her teeth harder into her lower lip, raising her hand and slapping it against my chest, trying to push herself back.
" Don't you dare move away, little bird! — I hold her by the waist with my other hand and make her look at me, keeping my fingers behind her head and pulling her hair harder. — Answer me!
" He beat me, raped me, then beat me again and again, abusing me again, without ever stopping — she says, nervous, curling her fingers on my chest.
I shake my head and breathe through my nose, keeping my body rigid.
“Did he fuck your pussy against your will?” I growl the words through my mouth and taste bile in my saliva.
“Yes, sir,” Mabel answers, quietly, and shakes her head back and forth.
“Did he fuck your mouth?” I release her hair and bring my hand forward, sliding my fingers along the side of her hair, until it stops on her cheek.
“Yes…” She closes her eyes when my ring finger outlines her thick lips.
My hand moves away from her mouth and goes to her back, keeping her trapped close to me, while the other hand on her waist slides to her ass and massages it slowly, crushing it hard in my hand.
“Did he come in here without your consent, birdie?” — Mabel jumps forward, startled. She presses her breasts against my chest when my hand squeezes her ass with double the force.
" Yes, sir. — She opens her eyes and looks at me with shame.
" After him, no one has ever fucked your body again, little bird? — She confirms with a shake of her head, lowering her gaze to my throat.
" No, no one else. The boy I met on the internet, I didn't want him to touch me, I paid him to beat me up and then I went home and masturbated.
I breathe heavily and dig my hand harder into her ass, still feeling angry as I remember her irresponsible act. The image of her alone, confused, trusting a stranger, without any understanding of which part of her body to touch, makes me want to spank Mabel myself, giving her a severe beating, making sure she never has such an absurd idea again. — You have no idea how much this still affects my dominant side, Mabel, and for your own good, I warn you not to try this kind of thing again. Unless you want to be severely disciplined.
“I won’t, I swear.” — She bites her lip and looks at me embarrassed, shaking her head.
I take a deep breath and control myself again, softening the pressure I put on her ass and straightening my body, letting go of her and taking a step back.
“I need to know what motivated you to change your mind, what made you feel like going all the way with sex.” — I study her in silence and run my eyes over her girlish dress, which gives her a youthful air, with her white sneakers.
Thank God I chose to bring her to my residence, if I had scheduled this meeting in Sodoma, Sieta would never leave me alone, mocking me by claiming that I have a thing for teenage babysitters. Mabel lowers her head and shakes her ponytail, squeezing her fingers at her sides, looking like a shy and innocent girl. Christ! I've been a master of Sodom for so long, I don't even know how many years I've been practicing. I have such a sadistic streak, I believe I've been like this since I was in my mother's womb. But here is this debauched creature, exuding purity and perversion in a single body, making me feel like I'm in front of the first woman I'd ever mold into masochism.
"I'm waiting for my answer, Mabel!" I make my tone firmer, not giving her any room to escape my questions.
"You, sir." Her voice is so low, it can barely be heard in this silent room.
My eyes fixed on her are frozen, while I feel the blood flow faster through my veins upon hearing her shy answer. And fuck it, I don't want to hold back anymore. I feel my heart racing, having her perfectly bewitch me in her shyness, satisfying both the dominator and the sadist that lives within me. If this woman in front of me was not born to be a perfect submissive, I don't know anything else about my life. I keep my cold mask, which is carved on my face, when she raises her eyes and looks at me apprehensively, not letting her see how fucking pleased I am to know that I was the one who woke her up.
"Come!" I grab her hand and lead her out of the library, making her walk quickly to follow me. I look at her, watching her lower her gaze and start walking again. I let her little slip up this time, when she challenges my order, doing exactly the opposite of what I told her when I proposed the game. I look straight ahead, not letting her realize that I am somewhat pleased with her stubbornness, after all, like a bird, Mabel acts like one. Unless you clip her wings or lock her in a cage, you can't expect her to act against her shy nature, which flies wherever she wants.
"I want to take a closer look at what belongs to me, little bird," I answer her seriously, without looking at her, stopping in front of the stairs and letting go of her hand.
I point upwards, for her to go up. Mabel becomes thoughtful and looks quickly from me to the steps. I give her one last chance to decide whether or not to go, because from the moment her foot steps on the first step of the stairs, the game begins. Mabel takes a deep breath and puffs her chest out, lifting her head, doing what only she is apparently capable of doing to me: surprising me.
A victorious smile forms on my lips and I walk silently behind her, watching her climb the stairs with determination. Her silence is only interrupted by her rapid breathing, which gets louder with each step she takes as we enter the hallway after climbing the stairs. I lead us to the end of the hallway, where a white door is closed. I open it and point for her to enter. Mabel takes a slow step inside and bites her lip, analyzing the large room with stone walls.
"That would be..." she says, shyly, looking carefully at everything, her chest rising and falling quickly.
"My personal playroom," I answer and close the door behind me, keeping my eyes on her.
"It looks like a torture dungeon." She shrugs her shoulders and turns, looking the other way. "Erotic torture."
Her eyes roam over everything, looking more and more attentively at what she sees. The rough stone wall in the corner has hooks screwed into it, with sex toys hanging from them. She looks down at the black carpet and taps her foot against it slowly, raising her head and staring at the large burgundy leather upholstered sex panel, with handcuffs on each side, top and bottom. She looks at the large black X engraved on it and lets out a soft sigh. I make her comfortable enough to study my playroom, walking slowly inside, stopping her eyes on the padded table in the corner. Her fingers slowly reach out and touch the fabric, and she turns her face to me.
"Where are you taking me, sir?" I turn my face to her and give her a handshake.